Watsky
Fuck It Up
[Intro]
Oh no, hey
Oh no, hey

[Chorus]
Excuse me while I fuck it up
Please excuse me while I fuck it up
Excuse me while I fuck it up
Again

[Verse 1]
Wanna crash in slow-mo (Oh no)
Repeat our patterns and blow, oh no
I’m all plaid, you’re all mad
The amateur saboteur's 'bout to go pro
What I know is that the people aren't runnin' the show
Any minute to another they come and they go
And they never gonna get what the government owe
So do what you gotta to pick up enough of the dough
I don't see the benefit of us comin' to blows
Give it a second, honey, I bet I'll be stubbin' my toe
What we got doesn’t come by a lot
So we shoot every shot to work it out
But I’m dumb in love, out of touch
Is it too much or not enough?